I woke up late for me -- around six this morning -- and something felt different. I opened the blinds and it was cloudy and a chilly 50 degrees. I looked out the kitchen window and saw this beautiful sunrise through the clouds.
Except for a winter spent in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, I have never lived in the mountains and had no idea that I, cloud-lover that I am, would be treated to so many gorgeous cloud sightings here. After 30, more or less, cloudless years in Los Angeles, this is truly a wondrous experience for me.
My husband and Samson went back to Los Angeles yesterday. We had a very busy long weekend – a lot of work, but some fun also. We spent Labor Day with my BIL and his family at our niece's house in town. I didn't bring my camera so no photos of that day. But I have a lot of pictures of this guy:
Who may have a few tales of his own to tell soon.
Guess what I am going to do now:
Yes, bake a cake… it's that kind of weather and I haven't baked for such a long time.
Then I want to catch up on all that's been going on with you, my friends, since I last read your blogs.
Have a great day!
